REAL GREAT BRITAIN

Union Jack and Union Jill Back up and down the same old hill Sell the flag to the youths But who swallows the bill “Murdoch she wrote" Him have his hand in the till Blairful of Thatcher Stuck on the 45 The suits have changed But the old ties survive New Britannia cool Who are you trying to fool? Behind your fashion-tashion I see nothing at all Care for the commodity Cuts the nation into three Rich pickings for the first Bottom third you never see While middle england keeps swinging its loyelty No concern for the future Just with dead royalty So will the real, the real great britain step forward This is the national identity parade Shoe gazer nation forever looking backwards Time to reject the sixties charade Not enough schools Not enough homes Just“phoney care" in his millennium dome More prime cuts than beef on the bone And there's too many questions you're not answering Tone Union Jack and Union Jill Back up and down the same old hill Sell the flag to the youths But who swallows the bill “Murdoch she wrote" Him have his hand in the till So will the real, the real great britain step forward This is the national identity parade Shoe gazer nation forever looking backwards Time to reject the sixties charade So will the real, the real great britain step forward... Forever looking backwards So will the real, the real great britain step forward This is the national identity parade Shoe gazer nation forever looking backwards Time to reject the sixties charade